Conversations For A Bar.

Right Now, It’s Damn Easy To Stop.

Words Are Scary. So, Give Me An Excuse.

My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis /7

Day Seven: Or, Slept in the Right Direction

My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis /6

Day Six: Or, A Day in the Fields

Of course I meant folds. It’s November. Fields are frostbitten and we’re remembering those who have fallen. All I’ve done is fall asleep.

Misfits.

Sail away, sail away,

To the Island of Misfits.

Sail away, sail away,

To a place you can call home.

Sail away, sail away,

My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis /5

Day Five: Or, A Potential Halfway Point

My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis /4

Day Four: Back to School, to Prove to Profs That I’m Not a Fool

Woke up late. 7 a.m. Peed and went back to sleep. Five more hours. Out cold. Asleep with one eye open; taped shut.

My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis /3

Day Three: Or, Sunday Floody Sunday

Things are difficult. Drinking dribbles. Thinking triples — I’ve got to consider swallowing, and blinking. Blinking just doesn’t happen. The right side of my face has no…

My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis /2

Day Two: Or, The Reckoning

Didn’t sleep well. Woke up with more drool on the pillow than usual. Eye drool.

That’s not good.

My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis

Day One: (Or, “Before I Knew Anything”)